Desire

chapter eighteen

“So ahh, how did you guys meet?” I ask the nervous blonde sat in front of me, while attempting to pour myself some orange juice.

However not looking while pouring a drink and being me results in the juice spilling, shocker. Harry gets up out of his chair from next to me and runs to the kitchen. He returns with a rug and cleans up the spilt juice. He then proceeds to pour some juice for me.

Celine tries to stifle a giggle. I was so embarrassing I couldn’t go more than 10 minutes without hitting or hurting myself or spilling something it’s truly astonishing.

I look up at her, nodding signalling that she could continue and I plan on not touching anything until she has finished telling me. I really didn’t want to embarrass myself further in front of her.

Niall reaches under the table and grasps Celine’s hand before bringing it back to rest on the table in between them.

“We met at school, we walked into each other you know in movies where this is a cliché scene and the boy and girl walk into each other the girl’s books go everywhere and they guy helps gather them and then they fall in love? That’s basically what happened with us.” She gave Nialls hand a noticeable squeeze as she lifted her chin to get a better view of him.

She looked at him with such admiration and love. I wonder is this how I looked at Harry? We haven’t known each other for all that long but I’m sure it’s possible to fall in love within a space of a few weeks. How can you not when it’s Harry? He’s gorgeous, charming, kind, caring, he literally holds every good quality a person could have.

 It’s weird because I don’t know if he feels the same and I almost don’t want to fell this about me if it isn’t mutual. I would hate nothing more than a one sided relationship.

Anyway, how long had Niall and Celine be together, she did mention before that they were going to move in together so it’s got to have been some time?

“That’s so cute, how long ago was that?” I didn’t mean to be too intrusive I just wanted to be filled in, I guess. Niall has told me zilch about this so Celine might as well, she’s here and she’s open about it so might as well.

Harry’s hand finds its way to my thigh, resting there. I smile up at him “It’s been about what a year?” she turns to Niall and he nods.

A year.

He didn’t tell me about her for a whole year? I wouldn’t mind if it was a few months but a year. I fell hurt and offended and untrustworthy. Why didn’t he tell me?

Harry squeezed my leg. Oh my God, he knew didn’t he? His eyes looked into mine, full of sorrow. Why wouldn’t he tell me either, isn’t it an obligation thing? At this point I’m ever so tempted to remove Harrys hand from my leg and leaving the table. But instead I continue to stay calm and sit and instead ask Celine seeing as how she is the only honest person on seated on this table.

“Sorry Celine this isn’t at all your fault, but why was I the only person who didn’t know about this?”

“Eva I told you I was going to tell you and I didn’t feel like it was the right time; I knew you would react like this because I hadn’t told you!”

What the hell did he expect me to say? Wow Niall that’s great thank you for sharing that with me 11 and a half months later, really thank you for that kick in the stomach.

“What would you have expected me to say Niall? After a year of dating it never occurred to you. Oh maybe I should call Eva let her know I’ve got a very serious girlfriend. Oh better yet face to face we’ve seen each other what maybe over 25 times this last year spoken virtually every time and it didn’t cross you mind, I bet Celine was with you for most of the calls.”